You think he’s the most beautiful thing in the world, with his golden ringlets, his light eyes and those pouty pink lips that are almost criminal.
You don’t see what hides underneath those icy blue eyes. The pain and intolerance he’s seen, the tears he’s shed over those he truly loves.
The things you can’t feel, the things he can’t see. You think it might be love, but you’re unsure. You’ve never had what you classify as feelings. Where he seems to feel too much.
What a perfect couple. The blind and the insincere.
At least he can’t see when you lie.